My mother recently had a stroke. And I have come back home to help my father out. My sister has been here (a couple of times). My nieces have been here. And now it is my turn. She is on the mend. But it will all take time.

My mother has been surprised at all the help she’s received, the cards of support, the food dropped off in Tupperware, the relatives eager to hear any news. I am not. Because that’s life. What goes around, comes around. She gave, she will now receive.